I record my weight here at Spark once a week (on Sundays), but I weigh myself every day.
I weigh in the mornings, first thing, after my morning constitution but before I brush my teeth.
I weigh naked.
I usually step on the scale a few times, sometimes holding something heavier just to jumpstart the scale into a correct reading (this is not random scale voodoo, my scale actually does gets "lazy" from time to time and delivers the same weight day after day in spite of obvious gains or losses. Stepping on it with a clearly higher weight jolts it back into relative accuracy).
But, even with all these strict weighing-in rules, I never know what the hell is going to happen when I step on the scale.
The last few weeks, for example: in spite of sticking to my plan and working out like an champ for all three weeks, for two out of the last three weeks, I've weighed higher than I did the week before.
The first week, I gained 0.4 pounds.
The third week, I gained 0.4 pounds.
The second week, however, I lost 4.2 pounds.
So, in spite of the gains, it's still a negative in the column, so I've really got nothing to complain about.
But I wanted to post this so I would remember, six days, six months or six years from now, what a random and variable bee-yotch the scale can be. It's fickle, flighty, as changeable as the wind.
Eat within your range, but maybe eat a smidge too much salt? GAIN!
Getting ready for your TOM? Oh yeah, baby -- GAIN!
Constipated? Totally GAIN!
Frustrating thing is, it works the other way, too, but I don't like to think about that. I don't like to think that the 4.2 pounds lost in the second week of this month was likely due to the arrival of TOM, paired with the fact that I'd woken up later than usual that morning so weighed 2-3 hours after my usual time.
I don't like to think about it because while I do "own" every last pound I lose, I prefer to justify the pounds I don't. With me, every loss is a victory that's all mine, and every gain is something that can be explained away.
I have to stop this.
I have to embrace my weight as a general figure, one that's ever-changing. It's like trying to define the term "the present" -- you can't, because it's always on the move. If you get too locked to the precise numbers (and we all know how much I like running the figures and doing the math, such a diet nerd), you're in for disappointment and constant doubt.
Yesterday, the scale said I gained 0.4 pounds.
For all I know, if I had stepped on the scale 10 minutes later, I'd have weighed a little less or a little more.
And by now? Depending on my body's chemistry, what I ate last night, the effects of this morning run and the Kashi waffle I had for breakfast, I could be up or down 2+ pounds from that figure, for all I know.
In the end, so long as my pants are still smaller than they were three months ago, does today's number really matter?
I did record my measurements last week, just to get that started in case the scale really started getting me down -- but I think the most important thing that I'm going to take away from this (and that hopefully I'll remember) is that our bodies and our weight are fluid, they are constantly in motion, and the best we can do is grab a random snapshot of where we are for that one split-second when we step on the scale.
I'll still probably obsess about the numbers, but from here on out, I'll try to do it with an understanding that my comprehension of how much I weigh can never be as precise as I'd like, because I am a living, breathing, changing and evolving human being.
And that's pretty damn cool, really.